Friday, February 5, 2010
…and in these dreams I have where are you? The small one is there, he is at my side. You are absent. I amble through the amusement parks, shopping malls with sparkling caverns and tunnels beside the food court, and twenty story library museums without you. Your appearance, when it emerges, is a comfort and a balm to my subconscious. Any delves into the scattered and muddy world of “dream interpretation" have come up annoyingly short. Where are you there? On my shoulder or at my side? Or on your own adventures?